Every Mountain I Climb

i saw judas iscariot, with a bottle of wine

talkin suicide with an old friend of mine

they gathered a crowd down at the end of the tracks

and a woman cried out when is god comin' back?

and they pretended not to notice

they came down hard on the weak

causing war and starvation, refusing

to let them speak

for every mountain i climb

for every river that winds

for every wind that will blow

i will send out my prayers

for the children below

i saw crazy horse walkin' alone in the dark

on the streets paved in blood

on his broken heart

he never dreamed it would turn out like this

they pretend that they just don't see

they are blinded in their own mediocrity

they got their trophies and their cars

and their houses on the hill

and they don't really care

that their wars are a killin' me

for every child that follows the dream

with ten thousand angels they'll fly

no one will force them to run

they will stand up and fight

till the battle is won